Be, Me, Free!

I wander free, my thoughts are mine
and as I go I walk no line.
Where will I be in one years time;
will I commit my life’s worst crime.
The crime of failing to be free;
of living life, but not as me.
At some point, in days yet to come
will my existence be so numb
that I’ll forget just why I’m here
and crumble under my own fear?
A life lived hiding from ‘The Man’;
is not what I see as life’s plan.
So freedom I know will always be
the basis of this thing called “Me”.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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